Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.